Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Novels & Stories

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

“Don’t you want to know where your woman is? Then stand there and stop moving!” Jeremy paused his swift maneuver. Ryan’s lips curled into an evil smirk as he aimed his gun at Jeremy’s calf, then fired a shot. The bullet passed through Jeremy’s calf and blood immediately seeped through his black pants. His brows were knitted as his knee twitched, but he kept himself upright. “You sure do love Eveline, don’t you?” Ryan smiled, feeling pleased as admiration tinted his gaze. “Is it worth it? Giving your life for a mere woman?”

Carl has just left to pack the car when Ryan shows up and starts shooting. Fuck!

“I guess this is it. Shoot me now. I don’t want to be killed by anyone else’s bullet. Shoot me. I would like to die in your hands. Please Shoot me.” she hugged him and they knew they were being played by her father. In the next few hours, Ryan was being beaten up by her father but when given voice Shanaya shot her DaD and saved Ryana. they ran away and started living their life alone away from everyone. they had babies and were loving a peaceful life.

The second shot went wide as Nikolai stumbled, catching him in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. "Noooooo!" Sandy's scream intensified as she watched her brother fall, blood blooming across his shirt in two distinct flowers of crimson. Indy stood frozen, the gun still raised, staring at what she'd done with an expression of dawning horror. Her hands began to shake violently, the weapon wobbling in her grip. Ryan saw his opening. He moved fast, covering the distance between them in three long strides. His hand shot out and knocked the gun from Indy's trembling grip, sending it skittering across the hardwood floor toward the kitchen.

Unbelievable! The car halts and four bulky security men hover in front of the car. One of them checks the car using a laser to detect any explosive item, another one checks the boot. I see one of them talking to the driver, checking for papers and licenses. Ryan nods at the security man on the check post and they lift the pole for us to pass. So much security for hotty. Who is he? I pay the driver for the ride. Ryan is still sitting inside the car looking at me with the alcohol bottle in his one hand. He looks like a depressed businessman whose company is bankrupted. Poor hotty!

A policeman shouted when Rhyan suddenly took the policeman's gun who's standing beside him. Rhyan lost himself in anger and without hesitation, he pointed the gun to Kai and pulled the trigger. Kai is a fit man, he knows karate and he's fast but he's not faster than a bullet. He tried to dodge the bullet but it's just too fast he couldn't escape getting hit. "KAI!!!!" Glenn shouted upon seeing Kai being shot. He immediately gave Kai first aid as they are sending him to the nearest hospital. "SEIZE HIM!!!" The head of the policemen ordered and they immediately pinned Rhyan down.

Sean had the puck first, moving quickly before passing it to Ryan. Ryan caught it while I blocked two Predators players skating toward him. "Swing that baby into the fucking net, Ryan!" I shouted as another player moved toward him. Before they could steal the puck, Ryan shifted sideways, sliding across the ice and sending it between them. It shot toward the net, but their goalie managed to block it. "That was a close shot!" Tyler shouted from behind us and the guys all nodded, but we weren't backing down. The game continued like that, one team pushing while the other answered back.

He’d figured we’d just accept Liam and move on. We’d been famously childless for twenty years, after all. What he hadn’t figured was Eleanor and Adrian, each harder than the last. And he didn’t know there was someone else standing behind the whole thing. Just as I was about to push him for the rest of it, a middle-aged man in a white coat came out of the crowd at the lobby entrance. He had a syringe in his hand, and he went for Lincoln’s neck. Tony “The Hammer” Russo was the fastest in the room. A textbook Ranger spin-kick sent the guy three meters. The needle scraped past Lincoln’s ear and embedded itself in the drywall.